The Dark Academia Asthetic📈🧿

@mkvx

No more buzzing sweet are bees;

A saddened groan through naked trees.

Houses dim and noise begone,

Save for the radio's dying song.

Grief is, in it's purest form, ever-lasting. You do not "stop" grieving, you merely stop doing it so much.

Grief, in it's purest form, is necessary, also. It is self-care. It is keeping you sane.

So. Grieve. Do so loudly, or quietly. Let it out, my friend.

“Are people so unhappy when they love?”

“Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.”

I love the smell of autumn rain…

“You are worthy of concern, of happiness, of love.”

~ from one bored but stressed student to another